Dear Weeb,
I am laughing my butt off listening to you make up words to the Hannah Montana theme song while you're in the shower. No matter how many times I tell you the correct lyrics to songs, you insist that this is YOUR version and you'll sing it as you like. Rock on kid.
As I was blow drying your hair after your shower, you had me in stitches again by telling me that you and your friends smelled something gross at school today. "I think it was 'barf chicken'," you explained.
Barf Chicken?
Where on earth do you hear these things? Your impressive vocabulary and creative manner in wording are going to get us both into trouble, I have no doubt. And it'll be hard not to laugh even then!
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